6.
Mortal, awake! the phantom cries,
And burst the bonds of fear asunder!
My name is Anarchy; arise!
Thy future fortunes teem with wonder.
7.
To spread my reign the earth around,
Here take this sword, whose magic pow’r,
Shall sense, and right, and wrong confound,
And work new wonders ev’ry hour.
8.
Throw off that peasant garb, begin
T’ assume the party colour’d rover,
And, as a sprightly Harlequin,
Trip, lightly trip, all Europe over.
9.
He spoke, and instant to the view
Begins the curious transformation;
His mask assumes a sable hue,
His dress a pantomimic fashion.
10.
Now round the Stage, in gaudy pride
Capers the renovated varlet,
Shakes the lath weapon at his side,
And shines in blue, and white, and scarlet.